Silvunga's Smile

He sits and tells stories. Once a journalist and news reporter, he speaks of the details of his life vividly. His town attacked, he had to dodge missiles. There was a warrant for his head, dead or alive, so he had to flee in the night. Although weak with malaria, he ran on foot to find his family. Together they escaped to a camp, where there were not enough rations to go around. Everything is ok now. The war is over and his family is safe.

His eyes have seen the horrors of this depraved world. Yet they sparkle and dance when he talks. His smile is as big as his face, and his laughter as loud as the thunder. They say that this is the way its always been. 

If I am ever to suffer I want to do so as Silvunga, with as much faith as I can muster, and all the joy to be had.